Huang Zelun never expected Lin Kuang to dodge, much less that his counterattack would be so vicious.
In reality, Lin Kuang had held back. Otherwise, that one kick would have killed him on the spot. How could he possibly still be alive? Lin Kuang had simply taught the dandy a small lesson. Even so, it was more than Huang Zelun could bear. After all, he was just an ordinary person. He felt as if his body was about to fall apart; there wasn't a single spot that didn't ache. His glare toward Lin Kuang was filled with venomous resentment, but it was overshadowed by an even greater fear.
Though a dandy, Huang Zelun was no fool. Since Lin Kuang dared to confront him in front of so many people, it was obvious that Lin Kuang wasn't afraid of him. Realizing this, Huang Zelun knew what he had to do. If I keep provoking Lin Kuang, I'll only be humiliating myself!
